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Two weeks ago my mom was in from out of town and dropped her wallet in the taxi we took after dinner. I called Yellow Cab and reported the loss. I didn't know the cab number, but I remembered the driver's first and last name started with the same five letters, O-l-u-g-i...O-l-u-g-i....A few days later mom received a postcard from Yellow Cab saying they found it. I took a cab at lunch to 1730 S. Indiana to reclaim the wallet at the lost and found. Nothing was missing. I went out to hail a cab back to work and guess who picked me up: O-l-u-g-i....He remembered the wallet contained a Michigan address and assured me nothing was stolen. We spent the rest of the ride talking about karma.

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